EroticReverie

Summer Skye - one week later 

I’ve blocked Treys number from my phone because he wouldn’t stop calling. Even trying to get his manger to go through my manager to get to me. He only wanted to apologize because he was getting more negative press than positive due to the fact Kennedy Cross, his current girlfriend, got a DUI and charged with a hit and run where she side swiped three different cars. Oh , how the mighty tramp has fallen along with her scumbag “trophy” boyfriend that she stole from me. They could fucking have each other. 

Tonight , I’ve decide to surprise Sebastian. He’s performing a few hours from here for a rock concert to honor the recent passing of Nick Coynes , a famous bassist and rock legend. 

I watch the performance all the way from the back. Swooning and smiling my face off as he performs with his band. My pussy fucking clenching everytime he grabs the microphone and his voice vibrates through the speakers. Everytime he shakes his head and drops of sweat fly. I’m nearly fucking panting when he takes his shirt off to show off the new marks I left on his chest and back two nights ago when we fucked for nearly two hours as if we were high on some drug that made of fiends for one another. But we weren’t high on shit. We just couldn’t get enough of each other. 

After he’s done with the songs I make my way around the side of the room and out the side door, flashing the vip pass I had my manager obtain for me from the person in charge of the show tonight. 

I’m wearing dark wash jeans, and a black long sleeved v neck t shirt , with black suede heeled boots. My hair pulled up into a carefully crafted messy bun on my head. Because Sebastian told me last night it was “cute as fuck” when he found me sitting on the couch in sweats and a hoodie with my hair in disarray. 

My makeup is done , my eyes are smoky, my lips plumped and wet with gloss. I pass several familiar faces in the back of the venue. A few giving me friendly smiles, most probably not even knowing who I am. A few of what I can only assume are female groupies, turn to look as the guys they are trying to get to bed turn their eyes to me. A few of the women turn up their nose or roll their eyes. As if I want their ticket to pound town with some random musician.

Further down the hall I see Sebastian and my lips lift into a smile as he rounds a corner and stands there. His back slightly turned , a few guys in his band and a few other guys I don’t know. Stand there. A group of girls spill from around the corner. All of them falling all over the guys. A few of the girls place their hands on Sebastian.  What was it about famous people that made fans think it was okay to get in their space and be so fucking invasive? I watch Sebastian politely step back and put his hands up and take a marker and sign a shirt for one girl. A poster for another. I keep walking , slowly. Wanting to allow him time to autograph for them. 

I know how important it is to cater to your fans. And Sebastian is a nice guy, a good guy, he appreciates his fans just as much as I do my own. The real ones anyways. 

My jaw drops as a tattooed brunette , who’s next in the haphazard line of girls waiting for the bands signatures, whips her tank top down, tits out, pierced nipples on display. Right in front of Sebastian’s lifted hand with a black sharpie. My jaw drops. Multiple guys look to her chest and laugh and encourage her as she jumps. Either with excitement or just to show off her tits. They bounce right in front of Sebastian’s marker. I know female fans can be nuts. No matter what type of artist or musician they can girl for. But Jesus, seeing it in person. Happening to MY boyfriend, pissed me off. 

I see Sebastian shake his head and say something and then turn. I watch the girls face drop. But mine lifts and my heart does the thing it always does everytime Sebastian proves to me that he truly cares for me. 

I keep walking towards them as the girl moves again. One of the other band members signing her upper chest, more near her collarbone than her breasts. She turns to Sebastian again. 

“Please?!” I watch her giggle. “I want to get it tattooed!” she says and points to her breast. Right near her nipple. “Just right there” 

“Nah , can’t do that, you got a shirt or something you want signed?” Sebastian asks. His eyes on her face instead of her perky pierced tits. I love him. I love him so fucking much. 

“You need company in the room?” Another girl touches his arm with a little wink and bite of her lip. Maybe I should be more worried about the fact this probably happens at every show , and that maybe one day he’ll give in to the temptation of it all. He’s a rock star after all. That’s what they’re notorious for. And okay. Maybe a small part of me does worry. But I have to trust what I feel. I have to trust that Sebastian is exactly the man I’ve come to know. And I know he’d never disrespect me or cheat on me. Right? Fuck. I hate that even second guess him. It feels awful to feel this way. 

“Nope.” He replies. “I’m good, maybe one of the other guys needs some” he says and nods to one of his band mates as miss tits still stands there with her tits out. 

She turns to a guy I don’t know and offers her chest to him. He grabs her tits from beneath and she turns wide eyes and bites her lip as he signs right over the top of her nipple, then brushes his thumb over it and dips his fucking head down and kisses her nipple and she squeals and the guy wraps his arm around her shoulder. 

“I could use some company” he says while also slinging his arm around the other girl and she tosses one last look at Sebastian and apparently decides she better take her chance with this other guys since MINE isn’t even looking at her. 

Tits lady, pulls up her top and the guy tells her to pull it back down as they walk towards my direction and she giggles and does as he says. 

“You too, let me see em” he says to the other girl who laughs and lifts her top and he peeks down. Smiling and his hands that are draped over each of them, reach down and grabs a tit from each of them. 

As they get closer the girls look to me , and I can tell by the look on their faces they know who I am. One rolls their eyes and they look at each other. 

“Of course he won’t sign me when SHES here” Miss tits mutters as they pass and I roll my eyes. He doesn’t even know I’m here you desperate cow, I think to myself. 

“Hey!” A male voice calls out. I look and see it’s “French” the drummer of Always Ambrose as he spots me. 

“It’s your girl!” He says and points to me. Sebastian’s he’s turning and my eyes go to his sweat slicked hair and I watch as his perfect white teeth gleam as his smile breaks across his face. He turns and I scrunch my nose with a little smile. The other fans watching as he turns and walks toward me and holds out his arms. Fuck it. I don’t care how cheesy I look jumping into his arms. I push off my boots and up into his arms. My arms around his neck, his arms crashing around me and lifting me further off the floor as I laugh and bury my face in his neck. 

“Augh , she had to ruin my shot, fucking bitch” A girl huffs and Sebastian sets me down and turns. His eyes on the girl whose poster he just signed a minute ago. 

I just stand there as he takes a few steps towards her and her eyes widen , her mouth parts, clearly shitting her pants. 

“You never had a shot.” He says and she blinks rapidly. Stammering over what’s probably about to be an apology. Sebastian takes her poster and rips the corner he signed and drops the rest to the floor , he stuffs his signature into the back pocket of jeans. “And don’t ever call my girl a bitch.” 

He turns and I fucking fight my smirk. Fucking fight the urge to maul this man to the floor and fuck him stupid. Trey WHO? Sebastian Ambrose is everything I’ve ever wanted in a boyfriend. And I can’t believe I have someone like him. Constantly defending me. By my side. Mine. 

“I love you so much” I whisper as he walks back to me. He smiles softly. 

“Come with me” he says and takes my hand. 

“As if I’d go anywhere else” I say and he smirks down at me as we walk through the hall , and he pulls open the door to their back room and I look around. It’s empty. All the other still hanging out in the hall with other musicians and fans. Sebastian closes the door and locks it. 

I turn around and he smiles. 

“Hey Summer?” He asks with a low groan and my ovaries ignite. 

“Yeah?” I exhale. 

“Clothes off babe” he says and I whimper , making him grin.